So. I’m sort of a mole-y person.
I guess it’s just a part of the dark hair, olive complexion. Well, that and I used to sunbathe on TIN FOIL, slathered in baby oil in Jr. High.
But, honestly, with my crazy-busy life, it has never once occurred to me to have “my moles checked.”
Which is as exciting as it sounds. Woohoo!
I was still proud I followed through with my first base-line mammogram 3 years ago. Until I realized I was a year behind on my annual exam. Clearly, I’m in the maintenance mode of life.
I visited with my out-of-state brother for the first time in a long while the other day and after he hugged me, he said, “You’ve really got a lot of wrinkles around your eyes.” (You’d have to know my brother).
THEY. ARE. CALLED. LAUGH. LINES.
Only I wasn’t laughing.
Anywho, back to the riveting mole post.
Having my “moles checked” wasn’t in the life plan, but long story short, a friend of a friend, died from a mole turned fatal melanoma at age 40.
Um, “mole check” for one, please?
A few weeks later, taking a break from my busy-crazy life, I found myself in a paper gown.
[lowdown on the process-it’s pretty thorough-but not too terrible of an experience]
I thought for sure, my sun-induced freckles and spots would bring a lecture. I was surprised the doctor focused in on a mole I had on my hip since childhood.
And then she said, “I don’t like the look of it. I think we should send it to the lab.”
Quicker than I could blink, she was giving me an injection and cutting it off for a biopsy.
I was a little worried, thanks to Google (beware of searching “Moles” under Google Images. Ick)
After a week of uncertainty, I received a call from the doctor.
“Your mole was abnormal. Pre-cancerous-the kind of mole that is likely to turn into melanoma. It’s very good we removed it. We will need you to come back often for more checks.”
I was relieved and thankful for the series of events that led me to the doctor.
Who knows, if you’re reading this, it might just save your life.
Or at least make you more comfortable in your own skin.
[insert prompt here to go have your “moles checked” y’all]
P.S. Whatever you do, don’t pull a Kramer (Seinfeld) and try removing your moles with a deli meat slicer.
An oldie, but goodie: